his story is
about my journey on my spiritual path , a path that I sometimes tried to avoid , but that I was swiftly , one way or the other , brought back to relentlessly .
I have always had a interest in spiritual matters and been fascinated by the reality that there is a life after physical death , that souls carry on and can return to confirm that they are well and very much alive in a different sense .
As a teen , I pursued knowledge of Ghosties and Ghouls . I devoured stories of spirit sightings and mediums or all kinds . I would attend my local Spiritual Church on a Sunday night and whilst I was not a ‘ religious ’ person , I did love the platform medium every week , and the healing that occurred after the service . In my twenties I bought my first deck of Tarot cards and proceeded to try to ‘ read ’ them . This was a disaster , the cards were not for me , and I could not make sense of anything , even with the help of the book that came with them . If nothing else , I am persistent , and after the purchase of about 5 or 6 different decks of cards , I finally found one that I fell instantly in love with , the cards that I still use today , ‘ The Mythic Tarot ’. The story of the deck is based on Greek Mythology and they have lovely pictures on each of the cards . My real journey had begun ….. I also became a Reiki Master in the year 2004 .
Once I was proficient in giving useful information with a card reading , Spirit made sure I would follow this path and put me in a position to be of assistance to others with my readings . I actually had gone to a new age shop to see if they were looking for a healer , only to be told that they were not , however they did need a reader . I was with my Sister in law , who
It is not your time you will be alright , just hold on !
suddenly said to the shop owner that “ ” Well , there I was on the spot and as nervous as anything , but figuring that this was meant to be , so I had better take the opportunity whilst it was there . I stayed at the shop for a number of years giving readings and getting to know some of the spiritual community that was local to me . I loved my new job , I felt useful and I loved the interaction with lots of different people .
At one stage , life got in the way and I needed to go and get a job that would pay regular money to help pay the bills and not just the sporadic money that came with readings . My other love in this world is cooking , and I took a position of a cook in a little café that used to be up Mount Tambourine in Queensland , Australia . The building is still there today , but it is a different place now , the original owners have moved on and retired . I also found that I loved this job , it was hot and hectic and stressful but I loved it , I was feeding the masses from a little tiny , ill equipped kitchen in a very old building but I was in my element . So busy was I , that all thoughts of my spiritual journey had departed from my mind , I had my children to bring up , my hubby was running his own business and I would do his bookwork and my job to keep me busy .
In order to get up the mountain , I needed to drive up a very steep and windy road , with hairpin bends and long drops at the side of the road . I would travel this road way too fast , feeling as if I were familiar enough with the curves in the road for safety at great speed . One day I was on my way up the mountain and I glanced at one point over the edge of the cliff as I drove past and suddenly into my head came a picture of me in my car rolling down the face of the cliff . I remember thinking at the time “ ” and then carrying on up the hill with a shudder I thought nothing more of it .
It was approximately two or three weeks later that I was on my way to work up the mountain again . It had been raining lightly that morning and there were a lot of leaves on the wet road . Today , because of the weather and road conditions , I was driving very sensibly , keeping to the speed limits as I took my journey up the hill . I rounded a sharp corner that then went straight into another corner in the opposite direction , as I finished turning into the first corner and started to turn my steering wheel in the other direction , the back of my car did not follow and continued to swing out and steer me towards the cliff face at about 60km / hour . At this point I have to admit , I did panic and I pushed my foot on the brake , although to this day I am not sure , but can only think that I hit the accelerator instead of the brake as that wall of rock seemed to be coming at me at great speed . I turned my steering wheel fiercely in the other direction and suddenly I was moving away from the rock face . However , over-steer would be a slight understatement at this point , and my car did a complete 180 degree turn and was now facing down the hill instead of up the hill and worse to come , the bonnet and
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